what's in the depths

"Where did you get it?" Zhu Yuhan was stunned.

"Actually, I started to investigate this matter after I heard those nurses gossiping during the physical examination at the hospital last time, but it was only a private investigation, and I haven't reported it to my superiors. After all, to put it bluntly, this matter is not under our control. "

Zhu Yuhan was holding the death analysis report, and he broke out in a cold sweat in the scorching summer.

Hawthorne slightly bowed his head and looked at him seriously: "Actually, Fu Huaiyu's mother didn't die from a cerebral hemorrhage at all, but from a temporary shock caused by cardiac arrest, but because the hospital did not give timely treatment..."

Zhu Yuhan opened the death analysis report, and a one-inch photo of Fu Huaiyu's mother was pasted in the column of personal information on the title page.

This lady who looked gentle and beautiful when I first met her can only be remembered through black and white photos.

Huo Sang pressed Zhu Yuhan's hand that continued to turn the page, stared at him, and said word by word: "Think about it first, whether you are ready to kill relatives righteously, otherwise, you have to read it, I advise you to think twice."

Zhu Yuhan suddenly raised his head: "What do you mean by that sentence?"

Hawthorne drew back the death report: "Of course, this is just my analysis, so far there is no conclusive evidence. I am worried that maybe because of my misjudgment, we have wronged the good man, and I am also afraid that it will cut off the relationship between you and him for many years. Friendship, I don't want to be a bad person, but I think it is necessary to tell you."

Zhu Yuhan's fingers began to tremble uncontrollably. He suddenly thought of the tit-for-tat confrontation between Fu Huaiyu and Chu Rong when he met Chu Rong when he was in Yong'an Tulou. He said something very cryptic. He said that the real cause of his mother's death has yet to be found out. , and finally said something that should have been an interrogative sentence in an affirmative tone.

Right, forensic doctor.

Right, forensic doctor.

Right, forensic doctor.

Did Chu Rong know the inside story or... this matter was originally related to him.

If it is really related to him, what is his purpose.

"On the night when Fu Huaiyu's mother was sent to the hospital for rescue, she was out of danger and was transferred to the general ward. At eight o'clock the next morning, Section Chief Fu passed by the hospital to visit his wife before the morning shift. He stayed there for about half an hour. Went to school, at that time, Fu Huaiyu's mother basically woke up, and talked with Chief Fu about Fu Huaiyu's coming out of the closet, although she was still a little emotional, she was much better than the night before."

Huo Sang looked at Zhu Yuhan whose pupils constricted violently, softened his tone, and said in a comforting tone: "If you don't want to hear it, then I won't say it."

Even without Hawthorne going on, Zhu Yuhan would probably be able to figure out why.

Forensic medicine, police, judges... These occupations involving justice are so cruel to say the least, maybe one day you will have to dissect your relatives with your own hands, or send your relatives and friends to prison with your own hands.

"Go ahead, I'll listen."

When I was in the police academy, the teacher who taught me once said this sentence:

"The law is cruel in a sense. Although it will not arbitrarily implicate irrelevant people like the ancient Jujiu clan, the pain will still extend to this point anyway. You killed someone and were sentenced. Your family members will also feel sad like the families of the victims, but we cannot question the credibility of the law because this is the only and most effective way to maintain social stability."

Huo Sang looked at Zhu Yuhan, and clenched the analysis report in his hand. After a while, he slowly let go, and patted Zhu Yuhan's shoulder:

"Duplicity, when you really think about it, come to me again."

"I just want to ask you one thing." Zhu Yuhan grabbed Huo Sang who was about to leave.

"You said."

"Chu Rong's parents, did they really die in a car accident?"

Hawthorne froze for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Can you elaborate on that?"

Huo Sang reached out to hold Zhu Yuhan's trembling hand, and patted it comfortingly: "You don't need to know about this."

"tell me!"

A sudden roar made Hawthorne subconsciously take two steps back.

He sighed helplessly, then pressed Zhu Yuhan's shoulder, hoping that he would calm down a little and calm down his emotions.

"What I'm going to say next may easily remind you of Fu Huaiyu's family, but before the evidence is in place, don't doubt it easily. Promise me, okay?"

Zhu Yuhan finally lowered his head feebly, then nodded in compromise.

"Back then, Chu Rong's father was the chief of the forensic department of the General Bureau of Criminal Investigation, and his mother was also a police officer of the forensic department. Because of their solid professional knowledge and years of experience in handling cases, the two of them have always been valued by the police station. At that time, Chu Rong She should be only fourteen or fifteen years old, her grades have been good since she was a child, her father is kind and her son is filial, and she is a harmonious family."

Hawthorne paused: "But one day, the Forensic Medicine Department sent a dead body. It was a vicious murder. The murderer was a 15-year-old boy. His father was a local rich man and a well-known entrepreneur on the list, so he spent money to deal with it. I hope that they can change the result of the death analysis from homicide to suicide, you know, it is very easy for forensic doctors to identify the mode of death."

"so what."

"So they did." When he said this, Hawthorne seemed a little regretful.

"Perjury?"

"Correct."

"Did you really do it?"

Hawthorne nodded: "The victim's family members are just ordinary people with no power or power. All the news was suppressed by the murderer's father with money. The victim has no way to defend his rights. Every day he kneels at the gate of the police station and begs the police to return them. One is fair, so... At this time, Chief Fu Ke came forward..."

Zhu Yuhan sucked in a breath of cold air. It felt like he had committed a heinous crime and had already exposed his feet. The next thing he had to do was to wait for justice.

"So Chu Rong's parents were prosecuted for perjury. In the end, it seemed that they were sentenced to three years with a two-year reprieve. Two years later, before Chu Rong's mother was about to be sentenced, they took Chu Rong out on a trip for the last time, and the car was halfway The car overturned and then exploded, I read the news reports at the time, it was said that just before the explosion, Chu Rong’s parents pushed Chu Rong out of the car together, and after that, as you know, the car crashed and people died.”

Zhu Yuhan finally closed his eyes in despair, and finally understood the meaning of the so-called "as long as you say it, you will definitely think of Fu Huaiyu's family".

"However, through my observation of forensic doctor Chu, I don't think he is the kind of person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, giving perjury, and suppressing powerless victims. This is the lowest and most immoral behavior. If it is true Being sentenced for this kind of thing, what he should do is to repent and atone for his parents, and to be strict with himself after stepping into the same industry as his parents, instead of... retaliation, so I suspect that there may be something else hidden in it."

Recalling that in the serial murder case at Normal University, when the insurance officer yelled that Chu Rong was perjury, Chu Rong immediately lost control of his emotions. The scene was very terrifying, like a docile white rabbit suddenly showing its mouth full of fangs. Biting his throat tightly, he must be killed.

Perhaps it was the three words "perjury" that stimulated him, reminding him of the painful past, the helpless despair when the car accident happened, and the lonely and desolate growth path afterwards.

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The scorching sun formed a halo in the air, and Xia Chan was still screaming tirelessly. Because of the large-scale outbreak of infection, many companies began to stop work to ensure safety.

Even on a rest day, there are only a few people in the once-crowded central square. In the scorching summer, you have to be fully armed and rush past with a lot of daily necessities, and rush back to the car to prepare for the next evacuation at home. day.

Disinfection vehicles are running around the city, spraying a large amount of disinfectant in every corner, and the whole city is filled with a pungent smell of liquid medicine.

When the red light came on, Zhu Yuhan stopped the car, stared at a certain place without focus, his mind seemed to be in a mess, and he couldn't figure it out.

No matter what time of day the main city avenue is blocked, all the vehicles move forward like a turtle.

When the green light turns on, the long queue behind will honk their horns because the car in front started a little slower. This ultra-fast-paced and violent city has polished off the last bit of patience of everyone.

"Mom, did the person in front die? Let's go! Damn, I'm still in a hurry to get to work!" The road rage owner simply got out of the car and rushed to the side of the motionless car in front, knocking on the window vigorously.

After knocking for a long time, the car remained unmoved.

The road rage owner felt something was wrong and peeked inside through the privacy screen.

The owner of this car could be vaguely seen lying on the driver's seat in a strange posture, motionless, as if... really dead.

"Brother, what's your situation?" The road rage car owner panicked and knocked on the window again.

Zhu Yuhan caught sight of something wrong on one side from the corner of his eye, and followed him out of the car to check the situation.

"This big brother must have had an accident. He didn't respond to knocking for a long time, so he just lay there." Seeing the police, the road rage car owner seemed to see a savior.

Zhu Yuhan tugged on the car door, but couldn't open it.

He returned to the car, and found a thin steel wire after almost rummaging through it. After roughly gesticulating, he made a loop on the top of the wire, inserted it through the crack of the door, and pulled out the latch. He heard a "click", and then he opened the door.

A stench lingered in the nostrils, lingering in the nearly saturated air.

Taking a closer look, the owner of the car was already reclining in the driver's cab. Unknown liquid seeped out through the thin T-shirt, and a few fat maggots were wriggling on his body.

"Wow!" The angry car owner took two steps back in fright, covered his mouth, hid aside and retched.

Zhu Yuhan frowned, put on his gloves, and said coldly to the crowd behind him who were still watching: "Call 120 quickly."

He stretched out his hand to check the car owner's breath, and when he was out of breath, he tried his heartbeat again, but it stopped beating.

Indeed, it is dead.